Hearing that the little one was fine, An Qing ran inside in a rush. She had almost been worried sick outside.
Beibei ran over, tugged at Ling Yun's trouser leg, and asked in a milky voice, "Handsome Uncle, has little sister woken up yet?"
"Big Sister... has Big Sister woken up yet? She's such a sleepyhead," Little Irene muttered with her little mouth puckered up, staring straight at Ling Yun with eyes that were utterly adorable.
"Shh... you two keep it down, don't wake up Qianqian."
"Mm-hmm, mm-hmm."
"Beibei, protect this place well these next few days. I'm taking Qianqian out for a stroll for a few days, and the arduous task of guarding this place is left to you. You mustn't let me down, now." Ling Yun patted Beibei's little head, and the latter furrowed her brows slightly.
He didn't want An Qing and Beibei to see the little one in such a frail state, because the latter was temporarily paralyzed all over.
Ling Yun also needed to take her out for some leisure to keep her from feeling unhappy.
Beibei was very sensible, and she didn't throw a tantrum or ask to tag along.
"You must make little sister happy."
"You must make Big Sister happy."
"Okay!"
The child even insisted on hooking pinkies with Ling Yun, swearing it wouldn't change for a hundred years.
Inside the room, An Qing simply looked at the little one, tears welling up in her eyes from time to time. It was impossible to tell whether she was happy or if she had sensed something.
Ling Yun gave a light cough, and when An Qing turned to look at him, he said with a smile, "An Qing, help ask for a leave of absence for Qianqian for these next few days. I'm